Free Promotion – Update


Mary Smith on Take Five Authors shares her impressive results from her five day free download for No More Mulberries.. Mary also outlines the strategies she employed to encourage her 5000 book download..please head over to read the whole post and leave your questions and comments for Mary. #recommended

Take Five Authors

No More Mulberries - web readyI thought I’d give an update on my No More Mulberries promotion when, for five days, I offered it FREE to download.

I know it seems counter-intuitive to give books away and some authors are opposed to the idea and for a long time so was I. I knew it was something many indie authors did but I really didn’t like the idea of all my hard work being simply given away.

The redoubtable Jackie Weger, founder of eNovel Authors at Work, of which I am a proud member, persuaded me. She took me gently by the hand, pointed her snake gun at me and said, “Do it!”  I did it.

I’m delighted with the result. Over the five days almost 5,000 people downloaded the book, mainly in USA and UK but also in Canada, Australia, India and Italy. Okay, so they didn’t pay me for it but money…

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Smorgasbord Poetry – #Haiku – Petrified by fear.


My thanks to Paul Andruss for allowing me to use one of his stunning photographs from a day out to Powys Castle..well worth a visit.. https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/powis-castle-and-garden

Catch up with all of Paul’s post at the following links.

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/writer-in-residence-writer-paul-andruss/

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/guest-writer-fairies-the-hidden-history-by-horatio-grin-free-book/

Cruising the Yangtze, Part 1


Our second excursion this morning is up the Yangtze on a cruise ship with Tess Karlinski… apart from sharing the rules onboard and the sightings of other river traffic, Tess gets quite hot under the collar when faced with all the ships male crew members assembled for a drill… whoa Tess… #recommended

How the Cookie Crumbles

Image Courtesy of Sally Cronin

My apologies for the scarcity of photos in this post.

I awoke at 5:50 A.M. Outside, the weather appeared dull and overcast with a veil of hazy fog—not smog—I hoped.   I called it misty because we were on the water after all. The previous night, we’d set sail around 10:00 p.m. but were stationary when Sue and I set off to breakfast.

Image Courtesy of RJ, Early morning mist

Sue had played with the alarm clock the night before, not sure how it worked. To her relief, it buzzed at 6:20 exactly as she’d set it. but we hadn’t needed it. I have no idea why we woke so early. Might it have been the low hum of engines stopping?

The shower tiny, but efficient and shoved into the corner of the small space, had a rounded, two-door closure, which met each other in the center for a…

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Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 3


It is Saturday morning and my regular reblogs of other worlds.. the first is Teagan’s Thistledown with more midsummer bedlam with a cast of faeries who moonlight as bloggers. In this week’s episode we get drawn into the dark side of Bedlam’s visions to a place where she finds a strange physical difference in the faeries she encounters. Head over and read the whole episode and please comment on the original post… #recommended

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Thistledown GirlAlex Iby, Unsplash

Welcome back one and all!

Writing Process

I really do intend to promote everyone who named a character for this serial.  Yes, that’s a lot of characters… but I will try to do it in a way that doesn’t overwhelm or confuse the story.  I hope to avoid reader-overwhelm and character chaos as much as I can.  

In fact, I’m adding a page with very brief information about each character.  I’m not happy with the page, but you might find it minutely helpful, so I’ll go ahead and post it.  I hope to update the page and improve on it.  However, I gave it too much writing-time this weekend. Apparently the free version of WordPress I use isn’t compatible with table apps…  but here goes nothing.

I’m not delaying the disclosure of Bedlam’s story-opening, big, trouble-causing vision as part of a strategy.  I’m flying…

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The Black Bitch and other Tales – The Bermuda Triangle by Geoff Cronin


The Bermuda Triangle by Geoff CroninPeople think they know where the Bermuda Triangle is – They don’t!I can tell you where it is – it’s a few miles off Wellington Bridge in the County Wexford. At least that’s the feeling I got the first time I drove round that area.I was new to Co. Wexford at the time and I fondly imagined that when a signpost pointed in a certain direction that was the way to go, until a local told me that I couldn’t take that for granted because the chaps (young lads) turned them around for sport!But to get back to the point of my story – I had made a call in the area, late in the afternoon in question, and was heading back to Wexford – or so I thought – and when I came to the same crossroads for the second time, I decided I needed help of some kind. The area I found myself in was I discovered later Carrig on Bannow, and I stopped the car and decided to wait on some passer-by to give me directions.

Source: The Black Bitch and other Tales – The Bermuda Triangle by Geoff Cronin

The Black Bitch and other Tales – The Bermuda Triangle by Geoff Cronin


The Bermuda Triangle by Geoff Cronin

People think they know where the Bermuda Triangle is – They don’t!

I can tell you where it is – it’s a few miles off Wellington Bridge in the County Wexford. At least that’s the feeling I got the first time I drove round that area.

I was new to Co. Wexford at the time and I fondly imagined that when a signpost pointed in a certain direction that was the way to go, until a local told me that I couldn’t take that for granted because the chaps (young lads) turned them around for sport!

But to get back to the point of my story – I had made a call in the area, late in the afternoon in question, and was heading back to Wexford – or so I thought – and when I came to the same crossroads for the second time, I decided I needed help of some kind. The area I found myself in was I discovered later Carrig on Bannow, and I stopped the car and decided to wait on some passer-by to give me directions.

After about five minutes a man on a bicycle came towards me, head down, travelling on the wrong side of the road and I blew the horn at attract his attention. Well he saw the car, too late, and trying to stop he fell onto the bonnet of the car.

I need not have been concerned, however, for he picked himself up, laughing and saying, “wasn’t that a good one now, I never saw you till I fell over your car!”

I said I hoped he wasn’t hurt and he laughed again and said, “not at all sir.”

I said, “perhaps you could direct me how to get on to the Duncannon Line.” Referring to the main road to Wexford.

“Sure, of course I can,” he said, “amint I a native of the area?”

“OK,” I said, “which way do I go?”

“Wait now,” he said, “till I see which way is the best for you?” Then he adjusted his cap and half closed his eyes and went on thus :-

“Carry on this road and take the next turn left, go through the next cross and you’ll see two cottages the like of that one there – pass them by and take the road to the Post Office and you’ll know it ’cos ’tis painted yellow, but a quarter of a mile before you come to that take a right and then a left and go up the hill and you’ll meet the Duncannon Line. Now you could get petrol at the Post Office and the woman that runs that place is an O’Brien from Duncormick, she has black hair and her husband is a big fat fella and she has two fine looking daughters and her sister is a very clever woman and she’s over the vegetables in the mental hospital in Enniscorthy etc. etc.

Eventually I cut him short and thanked him as I started the car and prepared to move off in the general direction he had indicated. Just as I did however, he took a fit of laughing and tears ran down his face. “Wasn’t that a good one now sir,” he said, “I was turned the wrong way when I was giving you directions!”

My own internal compass came to the rescue in the finish and I found my way on the Duncannon Line and home, no thanks to my erstwhile friend!

Postscript

One thing I discovered during my time in Wexford – the village of Taghmon is four miles from everywhere according to the signposts. Quite true in fact if you could drive across the fields!

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Advice given to a Co. Wexford boy on the occasion of his first solo trip to New Ross by bicycle:All you have to do is follow the telegraph poles and you’ll get to New Ross, but remember they’ll be on the other side on the road when you’re coming back.”

©Geoff Cronin 2008

About Geoff Cronin – 1923 – 2017

There were few jobs that Geoff could not turn his hands to, and over the years he mastered an impressive number of professional undertakings. Master baker and confectioner, mobile cinema operator, salesman, band leader, senior executive and master wood turner, storyteller and writer.

Geoff Cronin published his first book in 2005 at age 82. The Colour of Life is a collection of stories of life in Waterford during his childhood and early adulthood in the 1920s, 30s and 40s. This was followed by two further books that related tales of further adventures in Waterford and Dublin.

Thank you for dropping in today and you can read The Colour of Life and the previous chapters of The Black Bitch in this directory:

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/the-colour-of-life-by-geoff-cronin/

#GuestAuthor John Fioravanti


To end this Friday I will leave you with two writers who have much wisdom to impart. Tina Frisco and her guest today John Fioravanti.. head over and discover John’s books and his reflections on life.. and please leave you comments over there so that Tina and John see them.. #recommended

TINA FRISCO

John FioravantiJohn Fioravanti is an author and blogger who has a background in teaching high school history. That alone (teaching teenagers) should garner him a medal for bravery! John and I have a lot in common and have taken to referring to each other as ‘bro’ and sis.’ So please welcome my brother, John Fioravanti!
My sincere thanks, Tina, for this opportunity to be interviewed on your lovely site. I am truly honored. 

It’s my pleasure, John. I am delighted to have you as my guest. 

Buy John’s books HERE

Tell us a little about yourself.  I am a self-published author living in Waterloo, Ontario. Retired nine years, I worked for thirty-five years teaching students to write well in my history courses. That led to my first published work, Getting It Right in History Class, by a small educational publisher in Barrie, Ontario. I am married to Anne for forty-four years…

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Smorgasbord Laughter Academy – Shaggy Dog Stories from around the world.


From AustraliaWhenever two drovers get together, there is the inevitable argument about who has the best kelpie sheep dog. So the merits of their respective dogs was the subject of the debate at the bar.‘My dog’s so smart,’ said one, ‘ I can give him five instructions at the same time and he will carry them out to perfection.‘That’s nothing,’ said his mate. ‘I only have to whistle and point and Bluey anticipates the whole exercise.Finally they decided to put their dogs to the test. The first drover whistled his dog and told him to dash to the saleyards, select the oldest ram, bring him back into town and load it into the ute which was parked outside the pub.

Source: Smorgasbord Laughter Academy – Shaggy Dog Stories from around the world.

Smorgasbord Blogger Daily – Friday July 21st – Damyanti Biswas, Nicholas Rossis, Mary Smith and Yoli


Smorgasbord Blogger Daily

Welcome to today’s selection of post that I have read that you might find interesting and entertaining.. I would love to share all the posts that I have enjoyed today but you would be here until Christmas….. however, feel free to send me the link to your latest post to sally.cronin@moyhill.com so that I can include.

The first post is by author Damyanti Biswas who is sharing some tips on how to make Blogspot posts more user friendly for readers who would like to share.

I used to blog via Google’s Blogspot, or Blogger, for about 8 years– it ran parallel to this one until last year, when I merged the two blogs into this site. In all those years, I made tons of friends on Blogspot.

I still visit as many of you as I can (never enough, but still), and sometimes I wish I could talk to all you friends on Blogspot, tell you my wish-list as a visitor, commenter, and friend.

Here’s a list of things I’d appreciate from my Blogspot friends in order to make it easier for us to stay in touch: (Some of you have them all covered– this is for those who may not have thought of these points)

  1. Make it easy to follow you: Blogspot doesn’t provide a good follow system any more— have you considered adding a Feedly widget? Here’s a post on how that will help your commenters and followers.
  2. Give us an option to comment via Name/ URL: A lot of Blogspot blogs do not allow a visitor to comment unless they’re logged into Google plus or Blogspot. By allowing the Name/URL option as well as OpenID, you vastly increase the number of bloggers who can easily comment on your posts. Check out how to do this, here. If you’re afraid of spam, you could enable comment moderation!

Read the rest of the sharing tips here: http://www.damyantiwrites.com/2017/07/19/i-need-help-from-my-blogspot-friends/

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The next post to catch my eye was from Nicholas Rossis who has been on a retreat to a Greek Island that has been left largely untouched by modern technology and heaven forbid… Google.. Worth reading for the photographs and the desciptions of pterodactyl seagulls and sandy beaches and also as a test for your own addiction to being online.

If you shuddered and went into a spasm when you heard there was no Internet seek help immediately!

You may have noticed I’ve been unusually silent in the past few days. The reason is that I took a much-needed break to a nearby island, Evia. However, it turned out I had accidentally stumbled upon the land that time forgot: no Internet anywhere—including our hotel and the one café in the area—and a very spotty cell connection that made receiving emails almost impossible.

Head over and view this idyllic getaway and take the test! http://nicholasrossis.me/2017/07/19/the-land-that-time-forgot/

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Mary Smith​ shares one of her early posts on caring for her father with Dementia.. following this blog is a must for anyone caring for a parent or as some do, both parents who are experiencing mental illness. You are not alone.. millions now are in the position of carer as their parents live longer lives.  Mary writes with humour and it is clear that she loves her father deeply. However, as dementia takes more of the mind it leaves huge gaps that result in frustrating and sometimes hurful behaviour.. Very tough to remember the man or woman who was when the person they are now do not know who you are.

Here is an extract from the post on My Dad’s a Goldfish

After some time the step-monster announced she thought it would be a good idea if the Goldfish went into the local residential home – “only one day a week so he can have lunch and a shower.” Wee-sis and I were horrified at this thin end of the wedge being shoved in. He’d hate residential care.

Since the dementia started he has become terribly confused – to the point of hallucinating – whenever he’s had to go into hospital, not knowing where he is and not understanding why he is there when we explain he is in hospital. We’ve had some of the most bizarre conversations when the Goldfish has been in hospital. Once, he was convinced the nurses’ station was a bakery and told Wee-sis to go and ask for a cake as they were just about to take one out of the oven. On another occasion he thought he had been taken to a hospital in the north of Scotland for blood tests and had been away overnight. “You’d think they would be able to do the tests here,” he complained, “instead of wasting all that time and petrol to go to Perth.”

Read the rest of this poignant and also informative post about care of someone with dementia: https://marysmith57.wordpress.com/2017/07/18/my-dads-a-goldfish-going-back/

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My next post is from Yoly who is a mum to six children, three of whom are fostered. She clearly is very aware of road safety with so many to look after and in this post she recounts a story that illustrates her pet peeve.. dangerous driving.

Everyone has a pet peeve. What is your pet peeve? I’m going to share a funny story of how mine almost got me in trouble with the law.

It was time to take my kids to school. I had to park across the street to drop then off in front of the school. I had to walk with them since they were too young to cross alone. I crossed with them and came back to the car. As I’m in my car, I see this black SUV fly by me. I couldn’t believe how fast she was driving while seeing all these kids running to school because the bell had rung. I was burning inside, I couldn’t let it go.

I decided to follow her to give her a piece of my mind

Find out what happened and how the cops got involved: https://thechallenge2017.blog/2017/07/20/what-is-your-pet-peeve/

Smorgasbord Laughter Academy – Shaggy Dog Stories from around the world.


We all love our dogs and there are books, blogs and poetry devoted to them.. Here are a few of what are known as Shaggy Dog Stories.

From Australia

Whenever two drovers get together, there is the inevitable argument about who has the best kelpie sheep dog. So the merits of their respective dogs was the subject of the debate at the bar.

‘My dog’s so smart,’ said one, ‘ I can give him five instructions at the same time and he will carry them out to perfection.

‘That’s nothing,’ said his mate. ‘I only have to whistle and point and Bluey anticipates the whole exercise.

Finally they decided to put their dogs to the test. The first drover whistled his dog and told him to dash to the saleyards, select the oldest ram, bring him back into town and load it into the ute which was parked outside the pub.

The dog sped off in a cloud of dust and ten minutes later was seen bringing a large ram down the main street. He jumped into the ute, dropped the tail gate and hunted the ram in.

‘Well that’s not bad,’ conceded the second drover. ‘ But watch this.’

‘Bluey, what about some tucker?’

In a cloud of dust Bluey streaked down the main street to a farm five kilometres from town. The dog raced into the chook house, nudged a hen off the nest and gently picked up an egg.

The dog then sped back to town and gently placed the egg at his master’s feet. But without waiting for a pat on the head, the dog gathered a few sticks and lit a fire, grabbed a billy in his teeth and dashed to the creek. Returned and set the billy on the fire and gently dropped the egg into the simmering water.

After exactly three minutes, Bluey rolled the billy off the fire, laid the boiled egg at his master’s feet and stood on his head.

‘Well that beats all,’ conceded the first drover, ‘but why is he standing on his head?’

‘Well he knows I haven’t got an egg cup,’ said the proud owner.

From Ireland

An Irishman Patrick Flanagan was walking his Irish Setter in the countryside. He picked up a stick and threw it, the dog went and retrieved it and brought it back.

Patrick then threw it in a different direction and the dog once again went and retrieved it and brought it back. Patrick then threw it in another direction and it landed in a small lake. The dog went down to the water’s edge, walked across the water, picked up the stick and brought it back.

Well, Patrick was astounded. He couldn’t believe what he had seen and threw stick in the lake again, and the dog once again walked across the water to bring the stick back. As he went into town, he promised that he would show his dog’s wonderful new trick to the first person he came across.

Once in town the first person the dog owner came across was the town drunk Declan Dunphy. Patrick dragged Declan to the lake to show him what his dog could do. Once again, the dog owner threw the stick into the small lake and the dog went to the water’s edge, walked across the water, picked up the stick and brought it back to it’s owner.

Once the Irish drunk saw that, he turned to Patrick and said; “Why that’s great, mister! But when are you going to teach your dog how to swim?”

From France (and various other countries with various makes and models of dog.. )

A wealthy French lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged Poodle along for the company

One day the Poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long discovers that he’s lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old Poodle thinks, “Oh, oh! I’m in deep doodoo now!” Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.

Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old Poodle exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?”

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.

“Whew!” says the leopard, “That was close! That old Poodle nearly had me!”

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection. So off he goes, but the old Poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.

The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, “Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what’s going to happen to that conniving canine!”

Now, the old Poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, “What am I going to do now?” but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn’t seen them yet,

Just when they get close enough to hear, the old Poodle says: “Where’s that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!”

Have a great weekend and please feel free to share the laughter. thanks Sally